I'm not sure which is worse:
1.) Forgetting my niece's birthday.
2.) Not realizing I had forgotten her birthday until the Today Show announced that today was not the 12th.
Yep. Somehow I lost a whole day, and in doing so, neglected to have one cousin call another sweet little cousin to wish her a Happy Birthday. O-well. The good thing about turning one is that you don't know when your Aunt Cheechie is forget-your-birthday-scatterbrained. And when she's just normal scatterbrained.
Love you, Nora. Happy Day-After-Your Birthday! Hope today is as good as yesterday was.
Edited to add: OR here's yet another neat contender for the "Which is Worse" List: Not realizing I had forgotten my brother's 30th birthday until my parents started talking about celebrating it this weekend. And (oh, yes, it gets worse) then not remembering I had forgotten to call that night to wish him a belated Happy Birthday...until today, when I realized I'd forgotten Nora's birthday. Man. I just stink.
(This sounds pathetic now, but...) Happy Birthday, Zachy J! I love you!
I'm going to have to put some whopper fine presents in the mail to make it up to everybody.